But like a compass seeking North
By the lightning and the thunder
I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl
Like a fish out of the water
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
And only known the dark because of that
Waiting, waiting for the mercy of the cat
I have seized death's door-handle
Shining from the compass of my heart
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing
Losing the reflection of a fight
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
By the lightning and the thunder
But like a compass seeking North
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
